I don’t mean to freak you out

by illimitableoceanofinexplicability

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But…

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Ha! There’s always the ‘but’, right? And this time is no different, because, although it is true that I have no desire to ‘freak you out’ I also cannot, in good conscience, allow you to go about, as you already have for so long, thinking that somehow, some day you would, either through hard work or by sheer luck stumble upon the right combination of words that would be declared ‘great’, and therefore result, if not in your immediate admission to the very elite list of ‘great lives’ then, at very least, it would place you in line for the possibility, at some later date, of being considered for inclusion. Others, of course, perhaps loved ones, or those wishing to be that, will, with their fingers crossed behind them swear to you (some in ‘sweet tones’) of their absolute belief in your ability to lead what would be considered a ‘great life’ by those in a position to judge such things, but (and now it is, or should be a welcome ‘but’, the kind of ‘but’ that saves one from a life full of delusional thinking) I, unlike those close to you who lie through their smiles, refuse to, in any way, mislead you about the absolutely guaranteed statistical improbability of you ever having even the slightest possible chance of achieving the goals of leading a ‘great life’ or coming up with ‘great words’.

You may very well be right about that, though, I must remind you, in case you’ve forgotten, or tell (!) you, in case no one has, that if there had been a kid named ‘Pliny’ at my grade school he’d, as is said on the playgrounds of most schools, be they ‘grade’ or otherwise, “had his ass handed to him”